Wood, round, well-smoothed with no sharp angles.Wood, round, well-smoothed with no sharp angles. Completely functional. And like a cane (which I did not have at the moment) also quite silent. "You remember this?" I asked. "Yes M'lord," he said quietly, his eyes wet and slightly frightened. "Do you want to be forgiven for your mistakes?" The frightened look intensified, but there was no mistaking the smile trembling on the edge of his muzzle. "Yes M'Lord." I placed my hand on the back of his neck and slowly pushed his head down onto the couch. He complied without complaint. "Keep your tail out my way," I ordered. He reached back and held his tail. "Good lad." I reached over to the other end of the couch and put a throw pillow by his head. "If you must scream, scream into this; wouldn't want to wake the baby." I leaned over him quietly and whispered into his ear. "Are you ready for this?" "I've waited for you to do this for years," he replied. "Good," I smiled, standing back up. I held the staff at about it's midpoint and brought the flat side down onto the couch, gently. He jumped, just a little. Again, on the couch, harder. And harder. I felt as if I had a measure of my weapon. I slowly trailed the wooden tip of the staff along his ass. I pulled the staff back, and brought it down with just a little strength. Again, and again. Not increasing my force at all. I reached down and gently stroked his buttocks. He wasn't at all warm; then again, with his luxurious fur it's difficult to tell. |